Salt Lake City, UT
Don’t match your assumptions, that is. It certainly doesn’t help to have the same name as a famous Latina, either.
I’m a pale freckled gal from the south, and for a while, south Texas, which was interesting.
My dad is from Cuba and my mom is from East Texas. My Spanish is lousy at best, and peppered with formal words and pronunciations from my family in Spain. Folks who hear my name first expect a totally different person than folks who see my face first.
In middle school in South Texas, there were two girls with “Hispanic” last names in the smart-kids’ class, me and L. Valdez. L’s family was from Mexico, and we looked nothing alike. Nevertheless, teachers always got me and L mixed up – the two smart “Hispanic” girls.